They said marriage was the tomb of love. I thought it was great. I'd rather have a comfortable resting place than die without a grave, exposed to the elements.After two months of meticulous sewing, I finally finished my bridal gown.It dazzled brightly under the light. I imagined myself in it—a few days from now, walking down the aisle with the man I loved—and smiled.I had been waiting for this day since I was 19. After six years, I was finally going to rest in this tomb of love at the age of 25.My dream shattered overnight.Cherry Birkin, my assistant, called and asked, "Tay-Tay! Mr. Kennedy came this morning and took the bridal gown. He's bringing it home, right?"Still groggy, I replied, "He took my gown?""Yeah. Um, do you know anything about that?""I'll ask him about it now."My mind cleared slightly, but I still couldn't figure out his reason.Our house was already filled with things for the event. There was no space for the gown, so I had planned to take it home th
I expected him to blow up in my face. Instead, after a pause, he replied, "Alright. See you tonight."Three years ago, Edward and I had created a haute couture fashion house, The Edwardian Taylor. By this point, it had become a massive success.Edward financed the operation while I was the principal designer. Honestly, he was the one winning without lifting a finger—especially considering its net worth now.It could easily be traded publicly, making even more money, and yet he would give The Edwardian Taylor away for his beloved Maddie.Talk about true love…After getting up, I scanned the wedding preparations in my room, and the sight stung my eyes. I would have loved to burn them all.I called a packing company to handle everything related to him.God, I felt lucky that I had insisted he could only have me after we were married. I would never want anything of his inside me.Once the house was cleaned up, I changed into my clothes and applied my best makeup. It was then that I
I threw the agreement in his face, leaped to my feet, and started showing them the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a beauty nap to take. Get out of here and remember to take your trash with you."I couldn't believe it took me eight years to realize who Edward really was. I had liked him since I was 16!I guess I had Maddison to thank for that. I was this close to marrying a snake!Sally was upset. "This is what I don't like about you, Taylor. You have the temper of a tyrant!"Look at Maddie—she's gentle, docile, soft-spoken, and reasonable. She's so considerate of me, too!"I forced the disgust in my heart down and commanded my pet dog, "Bullet, get them!"Bullet barked at them incessantly.Sally's face turned pale. "You! How dare you!"Edward had to hold her hand as they backed away.He shot me a cold glance. "This is too much, Taylor! How could I have been so wrong about you?!"I smirked as I could say the same about him!Edward and Sally left in a hurry. They even
Edward remained silent, so Cameron intervened, raising her voice, "You got that right! Your sister deserves to inherit your things because she's your family. Just think of it as a wedding gift from you to her."I smiled sweetly and replied, "Wait! There's one more thing to add to this gift!""Oh yeah?""That's right. A nice, expensive coffin in the middle of the altar too!" I chirped.Her face turned blue. "You bitch!""Come on, it's a pragmatic gift. She's going to need it pretty soon anyway! I'm just giving it to her in advance so you guys don't have to spend money on it someday."They scowled at me but couldn't say anything. It was just like how I had gotten away with the sparkler candle incident before. They couldn't do anything to me.None of these people had stood up for me when I was bullied all these years, so it was high time I made them suffer my worst!Cameron pointed at the door in a rage. "Get the hell out of here!"She pointed at my dipshit father too. "Are you g
It was so infuriatingly ridiculous that I had to scoff and look at the traffic to calm myself down."I'm not a recycling station, Edward. No matter how much I've loved you or sacrificed for you, you lost your place in my heart the moment you decided to betray me."I took a few steps away from him and turned back just to add, "Even if every man in the world went extinct, I wouldn't even give you a second glance, let alone be with you. You disgust me, Edward Kennedy."Maybe my steely resolution hurt him, because he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed me. "I love you, Taylor! These six years of love haven't been for nothing—it's carved in my bones!"It's just that... Maddie is dying, Tay-Tay. She's been through so much, and I couldn't ignore that small wish she wants to fulfill before she—""Let go, damn it!""Wait for me, Tay-Tay. I swear, once Maddie—"I swung my hand and slapped him on the other cheek as hard as I could.Now the handprints on his face were symmetrical!"If yo
Edward's face darkened, his expression contorting into a death glare. "If anything happens to her, Taylor, you'll pay for this!"He took her in his arms and left.I stood there, stunned.He had sworn to love me forever back then—the same man who had bared his fangs at me because of Maddison.The irony was agonizing.When did it happen? When had he started falling for her? Why hadn't I noticed?Pain gripped me. It wasn't until Cherry came into my room and asked if I was okay that I finally snapped out of it.I should not be feeling hurt over a bastard who didn't care about me!I returned to work.-By noon, my phone rang.Seeing it was from Cameron, I ended the call without picking it up.A while later, it rang again. This time, it was from my father.I started to wonder if Maddison had finally died. Hesitating for a moment, I answered.Unfortunately, the first thing I heard was my father's verbal abuse at a volume that could have made my ears bleed."Taylor Jones, you he
I covered my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I was in no mood to face whoever this person might be.My father suddenly appeared. When he spoke, he addressed someone respectfully, "Mr. Kenway! Please, the VIP seat is that way.""It's alright. I'm happy to be seated here," the man replied coolly, though with an air of superiority.My father was about to respond when he was called away for the event.Cameron quickly came to lead him off.My mood finally stabilized. I looked up.Before I could return the handkerchief, I heard a voice calling out, "Let us put our hands together to welcome the witness—Miss Taylor Jones!"The spotlight suddenly hit me. The chatter quieted, and a heavy silence swept across the hall.I could tell the crowd was shocked. Some looked at me with pity and sympathy, while others waited eagerly for some kind of drama.I straightened my back and put on my mental armor. Steeling myself, I climbed the steps.Commotion returned to the audience."Rumor h
Maddison's eyes began to well up, and I realized what she was doing—she was trying to guilt-trip everyone in the audience."I want to thank my sister for letting me be with the man I love, for letting me leave this world without regret. So I wish… I wish all of you would stop making jokes at her expense! She's the best sister in the world!" she cried.The audience fell silent. No one was jeering anymore.I scanned the crowd, wondering if I was mistaken. There was an exceptionally handsome man in the crowd who didn't seem at all convinced. He smirked.Maddison turned around, eyes tearful. "Taylor, I want to know… Do you hate me?"I quivered with rage.She had been planning this all along! She wanted me to perform for her.God, I could hurl.The host passed me another mic, thinking my silence was due to a technical issue.I was already struggling to hide my contempt, but with this?I decided I wouldn't suffer in silence anymore.I took the mic and smiled, then turned to face t
"Hello?""When are you coming back?" Soren asked in a low voice.I stood and left the lively private room. "I'm having lunch with some old colleagues. What's up?""Wow. So while I was trying to handle our son, you went out to have fun," he whined.Please. He wanted Silas with him—he was just being dramatic.The wine gave me enough courage to respond, "Weren't you the one complaining about missing out on your son's childhood? I'm just being considerate.""Fine. Where are you? I'll bring Silas to you. He wants his mom now—no one here can calm him down," he replied.Just as I had expected.I figured lunch was nearing its end anyway, so I gave him the address. "Call me when you arrive. I'll meet you at the entrance.""Got it."I returned to the room and quietly told Amanda, "I have to leave soon. You guys go ahead."She checked her phone. "Nah, we should all start packing up. We still have to work this afternoon!""Oh, right."I paid for our meal while the others chatted.Whe
The company had seen some new hires, but many were familiar faces.Case in point: Cherry Birkin. Now Amanda's assistant and principal secretary, she was ecstatic to see me."Tay-Tay! You're back!" she cried, rushing over to grab my arms. "It really is you! I'm so glad you came to see us. After disappearing for two years, I honestly thought you'd never come back!"Amanda, who had been the one to welcome me, stood beside me, smiling. "See? Your old colleagues have been complaining about you being heartless.""Aww, I'm sorry for being gone so long! How about this? Lunch is on me! Cherry, gather the old crew and invite them over!""You got it!" she replied eagerly.I stepped into Amanda's office—the same one where I used to work.A lot had changed in the interior, but everything felt warm and welcoming. The company was thriving under her and Jamie's leadership.There was a knock at the door. I turned to see the man himself."So, you really are back, Taylor," he said with a grin. "
I was irritated. If I were being generous, I'd say Soren was being proactive. If I were being honest, though, I'd call it disrespectful—he was undermining my agency!"I haven't even agreed to this yet!" I snapped, straightening my back and glaring at him as the seniors watched. "Who gave you the right to make decisions for me?!"Soren barely reacted. "You overthink everything. You hesitate more than you need to, so I thought... why not just ask your grandmother and aunt?"Turning to Sarah, he added, "What do you think, Aunt Sarah? Do you approve of us being together?"Sarah blinked, stunned, then shot a quick glance at my grandmother. My grandmother raised her hand, as though she had something to say. I leaned in immediately. "I'm listening, Grandma..."She took a deep breath, grasped my hand, and said, her voice raspy, "I can tell… Ren really loves you… You have a child now… It's good for you two to just get married."She paused, then added, "That way, I… can finally let go...
I glanced away and stared out the window.Soren chuckled and said, "So, what do you think of my proposal? Your time's up now."Startled, I turned back to his side profile."It's too early in the morning! My brain is still, uh, starting up!" I protested.Soren smiled and, to my surprise, continued driving without pressing me for an answer.When we reached the hospital, I carried Silas in my arms.Soren suddenly produced a basket of health supplements and fresh fruit."You don't have to give her these. She… can't eat solid food or take supplements anymore," I said sheepishly."It's a token of goodwill," he replied as we walked inside. "My parents told me last night. They're happy to help with your grandmother's care. Even with intensive treatment, there are many ways to ease her pain."Gratitude filled me. Lisbeth had mentioned this to me, but it turned out she'd also spoken to Soren. They must have really accepted me to consider this kind of help."I don't think it's necessary
"Nah. With Soren here, no one would dare," Jean remarked.I thought of his marriage proposal. "Soren talked to me about getting married.""What?! He proposed to you?!" Jean exclaimed."I wouldn't call it a 'proposal' in the traditional sense. But he was serious about it. He said we should marry to fulfill our grandparents' wishes and remind them of life's joys or something."God, it sounded more like some speech meant to sound profound than a real proposal. Apparently, Amanda thought so too."He didn't sound serious enough to me. He didn't confess his feelings or say he loved you, did he? There's a gap between the two of you. If love isn't enough, you won't last."I lowered my gaze. "I know. I've been thinking about it too. That's why I didn't accept his proposal. I told him I needed to think and would give him my decision tomorrow."Jean, however, was insistent. "Say yes! What's there to overthink? Carpe diem, Tay-Tay! Don't tie yourself down with all sorts of considerations—th
Soren smiled. "You don't believe in your son's charisma?""They like me now... because they love my son.""You can call it that."I felt embarrassed. This wasn't what I meant. "Did they also think I had Hale to use him as a ticket into the family?"Soren shook his head and sighed. "You've assumed the worst, Taylor. If that were your intention, you could have demanded to join the Kenways when you were pregnant or after he was born. You wouldn't have spent a year or more raising him on your own in secrecy."I relaxed. Soren understood my way of thinking.He noticed the smile on my face and took my hand."Will you marry me?" he asked.Back to this again?!I averted my gaze, looking for anything to focus on. "This isn't a good time!"My grandmother and his grandfather were sick. Wouldn't getting married now seem tone-deaf?"Why not?" Soren asked. "Our grandparents might not have much time left. They'd want to see us happy—to see us reach one of life's most important milestones—w
I stiffened.Soren had changed. He was different from how I remembered him, and that was why he felt so unpredictable to me now.I composed myself and looked back. Silas was still asleep.I straightened my clothes and stepped outside.Soren stood on the balcony, maybe hoping the cool breeze would calm him. Bullet circled his legs, tail wagging.I approached him hesitantly. He didn't turn around. Instead, he said, "Let's get married, Taylor."I was stunned. My mind went blank.What the hell?! Just like that? He decided to throw this at me, all of a sudden?Soren turned to face my bewilderment with calmness. "This is the best arrangement moving forward.""Because of Hale?""Why else?" He smiled. "I wouldn't mind if it were for love too.""You… still love me after all these years?""Don't you?"This wasn't how we used to talk. I was struggling to adjust.Soren had once been mild-mannered, gentle, and patient. Now, every conversation felt like a quiet battle of wits, where he
I was amused. "What do you want for compensation? It's not like we didn't have a good time back then."It took Soren raising his eyebrows for me to realize I might have sounded more suggestive than I intended."Wait, hold on. I didn't mean—""I want those good times again," Soren interrupted, his voice firm.I couldn't believe my ears. "You what?!"Did he have no sense of decency or control? It was still broad daylight! Silas was sleeping right nearby!"I said," Soren suddenly loomed closer, his gaze turning lascivious, "I want those good times again, mm."My hair stood on end. I tensed and shrank into the wall. "Soren, we are st— Mmm."I knew exactly what he meant, but before I could even finish warning him, he closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips against mine. He pulled my wrists forward, circling them around his waist.It felt like we were cuddling. I couldn't fight him—I was trapped between him and the wall.Soren's kiss started soft and curious, as though h
"W-What are you doing?" I stammered, my voice trembling.He stayed silent, his tall, imposing figure advancing and forcing me into a corner.I couldn't retreat any further. His grip on my arm held me in place."What are you doing? Can you not grab me like that?" I tried to sound firm, though my voice betrayed me.Soren didn't respond, merely looking down at me with a near-indifferent expression. Beneath his calm demeanor, though, I sensed a flicker of anger—something unsettling in his eyes.We moved like this—me backing away, him pressing forward—until I was cornered, my back against the wall.I frowned, my heart pounding in my chest."Why did you stop? Aren't you going to back off anymore?" he finally asked, his voice dripping with an almost smug satisfaction, like a cat that had finally cornered its prey.Humiliation burned my cheeks, the sting of his teasing cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.Even a mouse would bite when cornered, and I was no meek, helpless creature.